The Nostalgic Grip

It grips you. It holds your heart tight and squeezes it. The squeeze is nice in the beginning but you start feeling the pain soon. In a flash an unfathomable depth of memory starts pouring out its content. It feels like sitting near a bonfire on a winter evening. The warmth gives an unspeakable pleasure yet the smoke hurts your eye. Nostalgia is neither a dream nor a nightmare. It's a sweet bitter reality. It ambushes you in the most predictable moments. It's ironical to use ambush and predictability together but there can't be a better way to explain its appearances when one moment you think its lurking in the corner but does not show up and yet when you are really having the time of your life it suddenly shows up. One of Nostalgia's favourite moments is your loneliness. It's the best bait you can attract it with. Not that it will show up surely but the stats are definitely on your side. Nostalgia, when its feeds on loneliness, is a pain that you will enjoy. It's like looking at mirage when you are dying of thirst in a desert. It's a desert rose.